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ASH WEDNESDAY BLOG/confession
Why do you torment
me with necessity? So much to say. So much more to do before I rest on a cloud
or a bed of fire. Pandemic is relentless. It is immune to moral inquiry and criticism.
So much treachery to overcome. I am
weary, unspeakably weary, and the face of death is more and more beautiful.
Each letter my
fingers type is alien to my autograph. A
blatant lie about how weary I am.
Weary ---a curse
word for tomorrow's future. Or the today
that refuses to arrive. And what is
gained from cussing in the name of prayer?
Zero.
I would have my
letters be lottery winners. That is not
destined to be. Shame. The filth of wealth runs away from me. Shame. Necessity,
why do you torment me? In cross-signed
Catholicism , the face of Death is beautiful .
So too is living.
Open confession is
good, so the world tells me, for a body's soul, but at this moment I am too
weary to die in a confession.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. February 17, 2021
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